Archive for February, 2011
When you think about it for a second, the fact that Chicago White Sox catcher A.J. Pierzynski hangs out with band members of Creed is hardly surprising, given that both A.J. and Creed are so easy to not like. In fact, it can be said people love to hate both of them, due to their smarmy douchiness.
This is a little nugget which comes from a column SI.com’s Joe Lemire recently wrote regarding MLB players’ at-bat music (via Hardball Talk):
White Sox catcher A.J. Pierzynski is friendly with a few members of the band Creed, so he picked one of their songs, “Bullets,” last year.
I can see it now. A.J. and Scott Stapp, hanging out, um, doing whatever it is two jagoffs do when they hang out, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, Pierzynski’s a solid player who has had a pretty good career, but that guy has that uncanny trait which causes him to be adored when he’s on your team and despised when he’s not. I remember thinking Pierzynski was the man when when he played for the Twins and quickly began to tremendously dislike him after he was shipped out of town. The arrogant demeanor and cocky attitude, appreciated when he’s on your side, quickly becomes incredibly grating and annoying once you have no reason to root for him.
Creed, on the other hand? There is no legitimate, justifiable reason to like anything about those pseudo-rocker wannabe poseurs. They are eminently despicable and may God have mercy on your soul if you happen to be a fan of that drivel which is erroneously referred to as music.
Inside the prank-filled, thoroughly-researched world of at-bat music [SI.com (via Hardball Talk)]
Kyle Turley who spent nine seasons as an NFL tackle with the New Orleans Saints, St. Louis Rams and Kansas City Chiefs, was a guest on ESPN’s Outside the Lines for their report on the troubling abuse of painkillers by NFL players. And let me tell you, he sure did deliver, especially in the manner in which he danced around how he chooses to use “alternative medical” treatments to deal with his pain, specifically as it pertains to the healing qualities, in Turley’s words, of “a little plant that grows out of the ground.” Far out, man.
Sports Grid has the groovy lowdown:
“I try to keep things personally a little more on, uh, um, uh, an alternative medical, uh, you know, thing,” Turley said in the Outside the Lines interview with host Bob Ley. He said he prefers to keep things natural, and doesn’t believe in the painkillers he sometimes needs (Vicodin) during the days he suffers most.
Later, Ley asked him if the “plant” he was referring to was cannabis. Turley responded by saying, “yes, that would be the one, Bob.”
“That would be the one, Bob.” Classic. Well done, Kyle. I award you three complimentary crazy helmet tosses for that line. And for Bob Ley, he deserves one doobie of cannabis.
Former NFL Player Extols Benefits Of Marijuana In Surreal ESPN Interview [Sports Grid]
Behold, ladies and germs, the epitome of the rapid advancements in referee uniforming style trends: the pseudo-tuxedo. These bad boys were worn by the referees officiating the 2011 Atlantic Junior Hockey League All-Star Game in Massachusetts last weekend. Flashy.
A Puck Daddy reader sent this photo in to that fine hockey blog with the following message: “The league is trying to make it meaningful for the officials selected to work the all-star game by giving them something fun to wear, as the players get special sweaters as well.” Can’t argue with that, I guess. Although given that hockey is a purely Canadian sport, wouldn’t a uniform paying homage to the Canadian Tuxedo been much more fitting?
The best dressed all-star game referees in hockey? Stay classy, AJHL [Puck Daddy]
Consider my mind blowed. Even when taking into account the fact that the Green Bay Packers and their legions of fans have a uniquely close bond, never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that the hearty residents of the fine state of Wisconsin would go so far as naming their kids after their favorite players from their beloved team. That’s kooky talk!
Via the Pioneer Press:
Tony and Heather Eggen of Lake Hallie named each of their three children after a Packer player. There’s 14-year-old Reggie, who was born when the Packers were making a run that would end with a Super Bowl victory. Tony Eggen’s favorite player was Reggie White.
Then there’s 11-year-old Brooke, named for one of the Eggens’ favorite players, wide receiver Robert Brooks. And finally, there’s 9-year-old Vince, a namesake of the legendary head coach, Vince Lombardi.
In school, the kids are collectively known as “The Packer Family.” And get this: they even had a St. Bernard named Lombardi, but they had to get rid of him because he got too big. Now they have a dog named Lily. What? No kids, dogs or goldfish named Brett?All sarcasm aside, that’s the real shocker in this story. Although I should point out that the Eggens were married on Brett Favre’s birthday, but they insist that’s just a coincidence. Yeah, right.
Couple names kids after Green Bay Packers [Pioneer Press]
“The Packer Family:” Area couple names children after White, Brooks, Lombardi [WEAU.com]
In honor of Super Bowl week, the twisted lads behind Epic Meal Time – if you are not yet familiar with their, shall we say, unique take on food, you are missing out, man – must have realized that there are few better ways to commemorate the occasion than to prepare a great big greasy testament to gastronomical gluttony, named in honor of the Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback:
The Sloppy Roethlisberger: 20 pounds of bacon, 13 pounds of ground beef, 11 pounds of sausage, 10 pounds of bun, a ton of cheese. Do you know what that gets you? A 50-pound, 138,226 calorie “Super Bowl Burger” which contains 8,452 grams of fat.
That. Is. Awesome. Now that’s what the Super Bowl should be all about, my friends.
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• Heidi, an overweight, cross-eyed possum who has become an international superstar of sorts, has been put on a strict diet by her caretakers at the Leipzig Zoo in Germany in an effort to correct the very same eyes that have made her famous. “Heidi has been on a diet since she arrived last May,” spokeswoman Maria Saegebarth said. “Her eyes could go back to normal but at this moment we don’t know.” Quite the story. Remember to keep Heidi in your prayers, kids. [Yahoo!/Reuters]
• A survey indicates that most women prefer the Super Bowl to having sex. [Larry Brown Sports]
• Urban Meyer is shunning his family to work at ESPN. [Awful Announcing]
• NFL 2011 Draft Tracker: here’s Ryan Mallett autographing a baby at Walmart. [Busted Coverage]
• Only people who know Ben Roethlisberger hate him. [Deuce of Davenport]
• Congrats to Troy Palamalu on winning the AP Defensive Player of the Year. [Mondesi's House]
• The University of Alabama does not consider cheerleading a sport. [No Guts, No Glory]
• Kyle Turley’s appearance on Outside the Lines on Sunday was far out, man. [Joe Sports Fan]
• A WHL linesman picked a bad time to lose a skate edge. [The Last Angry Fan]
• The Steelers arrive in Dallas and trouble is already brewing. [Off the Bench]
• In the newest edition of KSK Celebrity Super Bowl Pickkake, Louis C.K. takes his turn. [Kissing Suzy Kolber]
• The most important position in sports is destined to have a new look next season. [The Legend of Cecilio Guante]
• Here’s some up-close video of MSG security staff choking a St. John’s student. [Bob's Blitz]
• The Kansas fat kid who loves Erin Andrews sure knows how to state the obvious. [TAUNTR]
• The Onion Headline of the Day: Every Team In NFL Calls Bengals To Let Them Know They Don’t Want Carson Palmer
